Raise the roof, and bring it back down
Phone a mob, and bring them to town
Whatever needs building needs tough
knack like an old head trapped in snuff
Building is better with a good brick and a crown.
It is no different for us
But first, we must sit to discuss
We know the clowns, but not the crown
Him we must grab and then we drown
Through nooks, hooks and crannies we must look through our bus.
Divided we fall, together
we would stand firmer than leather
Ki lo mo de mo for real
Only an action would reveal
What two bodies can create in a serious weather.